Lyrics:
Seven days of shorthand in a secretarial pool
Now desk clerks and bell hops now know her by her face
And the folks of Tampa know her by her mama's
yourself
Well, there ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You gotta go there by yourself
Now, John was a baptist
He was, some folk say he was a Jew
one (damn, she got ??)
Mackin to the skunk and let her ride shotgun
Roll by the park
And check the niggaros
Straight-up Crips and ??? G rolls (what's up
I was born by the river
Raised by the sea
Baptized in muddy water
To drown the devil in me
I'm going back to the river
Down to the stream
I'm
He was born diseased with a twisted mind
His hands his feet his elbows tied
Sleeps by the day and in the night he crys
The bastard son
I saw a special depth of soul in her eyes
As she looked through me and she just passed me by
To glad-hand some minor starlet and I
Got in my car
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
show
Drinkin' beer, screamin, "Sing 'Shove It'"
You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place
With his coat made of camel
Heroin, Hot Janes
Those fingers of finesse
Salo aftershave
Spend the rent on a new dress
Chi Chi at the bar
Dressed à L'Esqualita
Talks of Johns
Yeah, 31
It Goes Up edition
And I brought friends this time (let's go)
The wicks lit fire it up like a John wick clip
Rip shit rhymers are hype
By myself 'cause these niggas yes men
Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman
Know I got my Smith & Wesson
That be my illegal weapon
I'm off this Earth I
Well I was born too late to be a Rolling Stone
I don't know Jerry Lee I never me John & Yoko
Standin' with a strat, I'm rock 'n' roll's bastard son
By myself 'cause these niggas yes men
Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman
Know I got my Smith & Wesson
That be my illegal weapon
I'm off this Earth I feel
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
underneath the ash like Pompeii
Look what they've done to us far beyond music
Jesus could've been John Lewis but I can't prove it
But I could be the conduit
And throw down a cold one or two
There's a jukebox that's full of records
By Willie, Haggard and Jones
There's a picture of Elvis and ol' John Wayne
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
gill and guy clark
(additional words for jesse by john denver)
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bitch named Alberta over
more hustle and bustle
And no more telephone lines
And now that we're here
Let's grab all our gear
And off we go
Words and music by john denver
gonna chime.
Remember neighbor when you work for mother nature you
get paid by father time.
Chicks are gonna cackle and every burlap sack'll be
full
Asorted flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
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